User blog comment:Biggren/Ask Mr. Merle/@comment-2246928-20150608163500

Not so dear Mr. Marle,

When th' devil are we gunna git paid, aye? We've lost twelve jest last week tryin' t' build that statue of you o'er Marlfox Isle, but th' floors keep on crumblin' b'neath us! 'N' those descendents o' Ratguard ain't much 'elp, stannin' there preachin' us about peace 'n' frenship 'n' sippin' tea 'n' eatin' rutebagas an' all manner o' 'orrid liddle veggibles frum th' grownd!

'N' doant e'en git me started abowt th' Teeth o' the Deep? All eaten t' death, eh? Eaten t' death me tail! They tore th' raft we was usin' ter transport new stone t' bits 'n' pieces! I 'barely managed t' scramble t' shore! '

'AN' THEN A RUDDY GREAT HEAGLEBIRD MONSTER THING LEAPT UP AN' ATE GRIDJIN! '

I'm acksherly writin' this unner a slab o' near-collapsed rock! Please, when are we gunna git paid (presumin' anybeast else is still alive. I ain't seen 'em, yet, 'n' I fink th' Lake's startin' t' flood frumm all this rain.), an' when by Stiffener's striped skirt are we gunna be allowed ter leave, eh? EH?

'''PLEASE. TELL US. '''

-Jeggib, Varl, Sturgo, Grithid, every other water rat sent on this insane quest.